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Why have I gone three days without an update? Read on.
First the agony: On Tuesday morning I discovered that my cable internet was out. So I fired up the Xfinity app on my phone. It claimed I hadn't paid. Bullpucky: I have autopay, and the email & bank records that say it worked last month. But then a few minutes later it said there was a known issue and there'd be maintenance in my area in the wee hours on Wednesday. (Cable people working during the night?!)
When I called after the wee hours on Wednesday, it turned out that the first message was closer to the truth. Something or someone inside Xfinity just decided that... I wasn't a customer anymore. I assured them that I most definitely "wanted" to be one, and I was back up and running by noon. Dude thought he was going to sell me phone services on Xfinity. Dude, most people including me want something that works.
Now the ecstasy: There's a nice house music night at the High Dive, which is even closer to the Devil Girl House than my usual supermarket. It's a little hippie-flavored, because Fremont. Groove. Peeps. Happiness. For those of you with webbed feet, the High Dive is the same space that used to be the tiny but nifty Tost Lounge.
Downside? It's the first Tuesday of the month. I was a hurtin' unit Wednesday morning – no hangover, but seriously low on sleep, plus dealing with an internet outage.
Edited to add: No, this entry has nothing to do with illegal substances.
First the agony: On Tuesday morning I discovered that my cable internet was out. So I fired up the Xfinity app on my phone. It claimed I hadn't paid. Bullpucky: I have autopay, and the email & bank records that say it worked last month. But then a few minutes later it said there was a known issue and there'd be maintenance in my area in the wee hours on Wednesday. (Cable people working during the night?!)
When I called after the wee hours on Wednesday, it turned out that the first message was closer to the truth. Something or someone inside Xfinity just decided that... I wasn't a customer anymore. I assured them that I most definitely "wanted" to be one, and I was back up and running by noon. Dude thought he was going to sell me phone services on Xfinity. Dude, most people including me want something that works.
Now the ecstasy: There's a nice house music night at the High Dive, which is even closer to the Devil Girl House than my usual supermarket. It's a little hippie-flavored, because Fremont. Groove. Peeps. Happiness. For those of you with webbed feet, the High Dive is the same space that used to be the tiny but nifty Tost Lounge.
Downside? It's the first Tuesday of the month. I was a hurtin' unit Wednesday morning – no hangover, but seriously low on sleep, plus dealing with an internet outage.
Edited to add: No, this entry has nothing to do with illegal substances.
